Instincts are all we have to rely on. And mine were spot on. There are a few things I don’t like to talk about in life. My father. And Kansas. I hate him, and I hate that godforsaken state. To this day, I haven’t loved because there’s a fear. An inkling. An instinct that I will be just like him. I convinced myself our blood was rotten, tainted, and sour. I believe I didn’t have the ability to be faithful or loyal. But then after a blizzard, a sailboat washed to shore. And she was there. She’s here at the clubhouse now. Violet Winston. A name that matches the fields of lavender of her eyes. I have no right to want her. I can’t love her. I’ll ruin her. The more I get to know her, the harder I fall. Usually, there’s a calm after the storm. But not this time...Between her father being a drug dealer. The drugs hidden in the boat. And the man that wants his drugs. We are about to feel the havoc of a hurricane. Truths hit us out of nowhere and they hurt worse than a lie ever did. Love tests us and rips us open. Friendships are lost. Loyalty is damned. I’m not in Kansas anymore. But Jersey hurts just the same.